Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.